Posts made by AlbeitDying

@supitsmia I always wanted to update that profile. But how do people do it? Do I have to type in different fonts for title and another for text and... Idk too lazy nowadays for that

@supitsmia I'm formal when I need to be, just check my other posts.. It's ok to be sometimes. I've learned that.✊😏

@supitsmia keep up that train of thought and you'll discover the meaning of life lol

@supitsmia one could be:

of many Lies:
.Closed Eyes don't see
The lives our lives could be

@Miles-Mendrin what do you want dude. I've never flagged before but there's a first time for everything

@BatGirl666 define normal

Closed Eyes : an amateur film about life... and death.

1. I'm in it
2. I edited it
3. It was meant as a school project so I wasn't thinking about copyrighted music at the time. If it's stricken, I hope you've seen it.
4. Wear headphones up on high for maximum goosebumps
5. And put full screen, too!
6. at the time, I was finishing my Indie phase

Part One

Chapter :

Two

The day after father left me in bed till dusk,
when the sun’s rays had penetrated
through greater things than concrete and cloth,
Dr. Jacobsen again paid me
the fares of attention and companionship.

The balled end of a thermometer
was on the stand beside me.
Still warm if touched, its dial could read
no more than one hundred and ninety degrees,
yet it was that very limit
the heated dose of mercury shrank from slowly
as it regained the room’s mid-October chills.

Dr. Jacobsen knocked at the door and made –
at my indifferent grunt of approval –
twenty paces in from the doorway.

“I am Dr. Jacobsen.”
[In a way of secondary introduction,
to strengthen a hypothetical friendly bond.]

-Yes, I know who you are.
[In a way of irritation,
to obliterate such attempts of bonding.]

-Your father spoke of me?

-No.
it is my habit to listen in at the door
when a call careens his way.
I know you,
you are the black doctor:
messenger of death.

-I bring not news;
I export in place of return.
Your father, the kind Mr. Faust –

-Do not dub him kind!
Be it owing to the salt bestowed upon your breast
or for humbleness!
There is no man with blacker leaves,
fruits more bitter,
a stem further on principle of the aged bell-ringer…

-… Yes. Our meeting previously was unsettling,
I’m sure.
Shall they begin anew?

More at ease on speaking terms
of his choosing, he began questioning.

Indifferent to all as by depression,
I took the leave to clear my head.

“What have you?
What of your condition
do you know?

-I have problems.
I am going to die.

-Why is that?

-My heart bears fruit where it musn’t:
a grape the stability of stone
where space must hold.

-Does it hurt?

-Does it hurt he asks!

-…Sorry…The tumour… I am told
anesthetic is among the ingredients
of your meals.

I swallowed a glob of salivated whimper,
which shot up at the touch of his conceptions,
before proceeding:

“…I must hurt.”

His sight cut
the tremors of emotion
swathing my face.

His hand met his chin
and the first massaged the second
with absent thought.

“How do you fear?”

-I fear with the great known
and the little unknown.

-How do you love?

-I love with sentiment
the eyes and hands of brethren.

-How do you fall?

-I fall with the parting yearn
of dusk and dew
into the abyss of space.
I hit the cauterized wound
and bleed the atrophied body.

-Must you hurt?

-I must for without hurt
one cannot taste the scent of the foliage.
Without hurt
one cannot run the field
and stumble to meet the brush.
Without hurt
the agony is left to game and soul.

He tucked his hand
from chin to pocket
and left it there.
I took the tired breath
and he the complexion of my chest.

"Is it black in the dome?"
hollow for the bone?

-It is as tar and ice.
The lighter bone of bird.
The burden of gold, in shape of a world,
in place of a heart.

@baldshinobi what's that?

@Mehhh um.
How to Pm:
[Mehhh enters sacred text]

@Mehhh I was kinda joking but thx.😊
How bout send me your work and we'll spread from there.

@Mehhh first, what is a henlo gang and how do I get in it 😐

@Mehhh generally I don't reveal my secret. But as you would say,
Mehhh.

My demons is a song by Imagine Dragons.

But seriously Demons is a song by Starset.

Tbh I base all my drawings on myself, add a little sparkle and pizzazz and a dash of bat features.
The 2020 version I copied off a picture of my face doing the very same expression. I was on rocker mode.

@TheIronSea if the question is who does decide, it's clearly superimposed authority figures. They make the shots whether we follow or rebel.
If the question is who should decide, it's very simple: no one but our individual selves should decide for our individual selves.
There is one problem, however.
All of us in truth never truly decide for ourselves, as it is a daunting task that not only seems impossible but is. We are influenced by everything and everyone, and we cannot stop because we are human and our defining factor is how we learn through the experiences of others.
The only world in which a self-serving individual may coexist with those alike is if we were all blinded and muted and deaf, thus relying on nothing but the basic instinctive nature which is of our very beings, the true self.
But what kind of life would that be?

@Nightmare_ Ever since I learned the term imperfectly perfect (or a version of it) I became hooked. I scour the web now and then for unique representations of this timeless paradox, and this is one of my findings. Thank you ✊⚡

Back when I wrote stories in the years 2016-19, I used to sketch some of the characters. This is a half-blood demon character I'd created for my Power Within series I never actually got to writing. The first is in 2018, and the second is a redraw in 2020, earlier this year.
I realize most of what I am now is a celebration of what I once was.

@Indrid-Cold do you understand how ruined your clothes are now? That's how deep you went into the water.
Posts like these are golden, and I suggest you write them in my post : Sometimes When I Talk It's Not Out Loud.

Sometimes it's not about life, but the people's stories within it. Cuz you see, no analyzes the shelf, but the stories.

@James-C-137 I stopped for a while, but I think I will. Thx

@James-C-137 thx. I might not understand all of what 14yr old me wrote but I appreciate the care.